Fright in Arden Wilmot's face, revealed to Adelaide in the light streaming from the big drawing-room windows.

A group--a crowd--a multitude--pouring upon the lawns from every direction--swirling round Arden as he stood over the prostrate intermingled forms of his sister and her dead lover.
Then Adelaide, clinging to the door frame to steady herself, heard Arden say in a loud blustering voice: "I found this fellow insulting my sister, and I treated him as a Wilmot always treats an insult." And as the words reached her, they fired her.

All her weakness, all her sense of helplessness fled.
Out of the circle came a man bearing unconscious Estelle, blood upon her face, upon her bosom, blood dripping from her hands.

"Where shall I take her ?" asked the man of Adelaide.

"A doctor's been sent for." "Into the hall--on the sofa--at the end--and watch by her," said Del, in quick, jerking tones.